Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ossler. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.